Sick of it all

“Sick of it all”

I am sick of the way that people stare
Even though I shouldn’t care
It bothers me to wonder what their thinking
Their eyes like stone and their gaze that’s sinking
It’s just so frustrating to see their face
And they wonder why my breath quickens in pace
My fist so tight that I cut my hand
What makes me angry people will never understand
It makes me so sick that my stomach turns
But to beat them senseless and watch them burn
Now that’s an idea that can stay for a while
It sounds even better than suicide with a smile